Now, I should say that I think anyone would be capable of this particular feat with my build. I think a sufficiently enthusiastic branch could manage it. I play as a Stormcaller Warlock, which you might have heard referred to as Tickle Fingers. I’m essentially a young, spry version of the Emperor from Star Wars. They move really fast, the ult creates a shockwave on use, and then anything in a wide cone dies while arcing deadly lightning to their doomed fellows. I invade the opposing team, sneak up as quietly as I can, and then:

1. Eat them while they’re fighting mobs to destroy their hard-won motes in the early game. The most I’ve ever destroyed in this way, in one invasion, is thirty.

2. Kill them in the endgame to feed their Primeval, the boss they must kill to win. Wiping an enemy team under these circumstances is practically a reset.

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